this heart, my heart.
it doesn’t care as much anymore.
crush it to pieces and nothing is left
for me to spare.
i want to yell and scream my words
but my words stop me.
a brick wall that grows in my esophagus
yields me to say what i mean.
and what i mean to say is not what my
heart wants to say.
always a tug of war with my mind and heart.
sometimes i just want to pack everything and go somewhere.
to do what i want and say what i want without having to hold it in
or hide it.